1. |
Apology Tour
03:11
|
|||
|
As I learn to fly, my senses
They’re just not strong enough
And when you get high, our senses
They’re just not adding up
Come save me, I’m breaking
A broken boy is shaken
When I learned to laugh, you set me free
Following your hands
You tried to follow me
All we have is too much time
When I learned to fly
Your lenses, they fogged up just in time
And when you replied, defenses
Approaching me just fine
You’re shattered, I’m breaking
A broken man is shaken
I’m flattered, you’re caked in
A broken man is just
While you asked for masks, you came to see
Checking off my tasks, please don’t allow me
To lose sight of everything
To lose sight
As I learn to fly, my senses
They’re just not strong enough
And when you get high, our senses
They’re just not adding up
Come save me, I’m breaking
A broken boy is shaken
Come save me, I’m breaking
A broken man is just
Wait and see
Come home to me
While we relax, you’ll stop and breathe
Wait and see
Come back to me
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
Always sold me on everything
But surprise, it’s a pyramid scheme
You’re never on time
But I didn’t mind
Forever in line
But I never did mind
You sold me on everything
Can’t withhold me
Cut from the team
While you take your full control of me
Question my whole being
Tell me all the right things
You answered casually, if you know what I mean
Paying all your fees, but your eyes still beamed
You sold me on everything
Always drowning so gracefully
While I’m floating against the stream
There’s not enough time
I know you hate that line
And with the rough climb, tumble down the incline
Listen up, because I’ll only say this once
We always chase because it’s never been enough
Listen up, because I’ll only say this once
We always chase because it’s never been enough
|
||||
3. |
Everything Is Fine
03:48
|
|||
|
Call me out
I just can’t move on
Now I’m breathing heavier than I ever was
So good luck making time
If time was never made for you
You know that much is true
But i never said I didn’t love you
You’re not gonna make me believe
When it’s far from the truth
Cross me out, as I’m falling down
Seems that breaking out is a pastime now
Feel it all over, as it numbs your hands
Still taking over, crushing all your plans
Well good luck making time
If time was never made for you
And all of that is true
But I always said I never loved you
You’re not gonna make me believe
When it’s far from the truth
Feel it all over
Numb your head
Feeling of heaviness
Better off dead
Fading out
Up and down in consciousness
Heading out now
It’s blurry when I see you’ve gotten it
So good luck making time
If time is never made for you
You know that much is true
But i never said I didn’t love you
You’re not gonna make me believe
When it’s far from the truth
|
||||
4. |
Let It Slip
03:09
|
|||
|
Scream loud, scream loud
Throw your body on the floor
And feel hardwood vibrations from the slamming door
Picking up the pieces
And I picked up even more
Now I’m screaming louder
And I feel it running through my core
Scream loud
Opening your mouth
Always coming back for more
And I see your reflection on the window of my door
Visiting the seamstress
Dropped your costumes on the floor
Pointed out my failures
Now I’m driving off the mountain, because I can’t say anymore
I just can’t say anymore
Scream loud, scream loud
Throw your body on the floor
And feel hardwood vibrations from the slamming door
Backwash, pour me out to keep me empty
Night skies, dark and calm to keep me empty
Grand finale, underwhelming
Keeping me empty again
Keeping me empty again
|
||||
5. |
Bent
04:01
|
|||
|
Pounding heart
Legs in constant motion
Eyes are shaping like the crashing waves of the ocean
Come to, now
Downers didn’t ever do me no good anyways
When you’re down on the floor
Ain’t moving nothing out the door
Because you know that downers didn’t ever do me no good anyways
Is it okay to tell myself
New habits forming on the shelf
Take a bow
You’re not sleeping well enough tonight
Winding down
Tapered heart, void emotion
Ground is slipping from under me
No devotion
But you know that downers didn’t ever do me no good anyways
As I find it hard to breathe
Can’t be this easy to achieve
Is it okay to tell myself
New habits forming on the shelf
Take a bow
You’re not sleeping well enough tonight
Winding down
Would it be okay for me to say
There’s no intent to live this way
Empty house leaves empty souls
A consequence of getting old
I played with dreams and stayed with yours
And now we’re busy breaking doors
It’s not that I don’t try to stay
But there was never much to say
Here it comes, greater than me
Important to see
Press it tight to stop the bleed
Here it comes, greater than you
In the end, there wasn’t much you could do
|
||||
6. |
Been Around Twice
02:41
|
|||
|
On and off
And I don’t want to be a part of it
Expensive pawns
And you don’t have to be a part of it
Wouldn’t it be nicer to say
You don’t always have to live this way
Carry on
You wandered off
But we both hated it
After that, we both were faded out
Foaming at the mouth
Wouldn’t it be easy to say
I no longer have to live this way
Ain’t it so easy to pray?
But God’s always been uneasy with me
Farther gone to help you along
But you don’t have to be involved with it
He sang his song
And after all, you never mentioned how you hated it
Wouldn’t it be nicer to say
You don’t always have to live this way
Wouldn’t it be nice to relate?
It wasn’t what I had to say
Rip me off again
Tearing through my skin
|
||||
If you like I Hate It Too, you may also like:
You're Gonna Miss It All
by Modern Baseball
supported by 5 fans who also own “Void Emotion”
what if i dont miss it all and i actually experience everything instead modern baseball
go to album
Where the Heart Is
by Sweet Pill
supported by 4 fans who also own “Void Emotion”
saw y'all in chicago at a free street festival on a friend of a friend's recommendation and was blown away by your energy. the sickest combination of paramore & mannequin pussy. can't wait for the new album!
go to albumHailing from Hamburg, Germany, these heavyweights channel ’90s post-hardcore, grunge, and shoegaze into uplifting, all-inclusive rippers.
go to album
Strand Of A Lake, Vol. 1 and Vol. 2
by Drill For Absentee
Math-rock trailblazers break a quarter-century of radio silence with eight sly, serrated rippers, resolidifying their cult reputation.
go to albumBracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight).
go to albumMelodic post-grunge that eschews all of the negative connotations of that phrase and embraces all the positives: huge hooks, huge-r riffs.
go to albumSearing heavy indie that’s as brutal as it is melodic, with honeyed vocal harmonies swimming through stormy riffs.
go to album
